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“I have lost most everything because of her,” Ketahn said, keeping his voice low despite the flare of angry heat in his chest. “If she takes anything more, it will be on my terms.”
“Zurvashi tes Kalaa’ani Ul’okari,” a female called, her voice booming through the chamber, “I challenge you under the eightfold eyes of the gods. Your reign shall end this day, and Sathai tes Sorak’ani Tok’okari will become the new queen of Takarahl.”
“Shaper, shelter us,” Urkot said, voice laden with sorrow and despair. “Weaver, shroud us,” Rekosh said, his voice filled with disappointment and frustration. “The Eight hold no power here,” Ketahn growled, turning toward Deepdelve Tunnel. “Not so long as she rules.”
Its sleek hide, which was covered in soft, blue-gray fur, shimmered in the faint glow cast by the red glands set behind its large, yellow eyes on either side of its face.
“Kahlonist too wun oh, welkum too”—the disembodied voice changed suddenly, becoming stiffer, deeper, less…alive—“nah vee gayshun daytuh kor uptid. Kurrint lo kayshun un noen. Eemur jensee signull inoprativ
“You are such a…a…an asshole!” She spun and stalked away from him, toward the trees. “You say I am what poop comes out of?” he growled from behind her.
“I always dreamed of finding a man who’d love me completely, who’d sweep me off my feet and carry me right out of the lonely life I’d known. A man I would someday marry.

